It was reassuringly empty.

Meantime, Charles, stepping with one foot into a dry and dusty ditch, picked up the open parasol, which had bounded away from them with a martial sound of drum taps.

He handed it to her soberly, a little crestfallen.
They turned back, and after she had slipped her hand on his arm, the first words he pronounced were-- "It's lucky that we shall be able to settle in a coast town.

You've heard its name.

It is Sulaco.